Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Look at this picture, and tell me what you see. Do you see weird hair, funny glasses, strange clothing? I bet you do. This picture is 25 years old, taken in the 80's, when fashion was at it's most unfortunate phase.

Look closer.

If you know me, (and yes, that IS me), then you can see the joy and adoration in my face. The calm, happy and content place that I am. In his face also. This was from a time when there were many, many carefree, fun, nights, filled with laughter, love, butterflies in the tummy, and sheer happiness.

Twenty-plus years later, I gaze into those two sets of eyes...but others? They see the clothes. The hair. I wish with all of my hear that others could see what I see.

Look again....these people had no idea what would be in store for them. Soon, their worlds would crash around them, creating so much chaos, hurt feelings, betrayal, pain, screams, accusations, and gut-wrenching, crying-until-you pass out, sheer agony, one cannot describe. No words.

And when the dust settled, one thing, one precious, priceless, beautiful, gifted little person was the result of this. It was all worth it in the end. Every.single.bit of it.

Sometimes, I return to this place, this innocent and wide-eyed naive girl, so madly in love with this person, and I wonder where she went, because, soon, very soon after this picture was taken, she would be gone forever.

We have removed our son from school. He will be home with us until we, and our son, feel comfortable that the school has made the changes which are necessary to afford him a free and appropriate public education.

In the meantime, he will be receiving services at home, as required by law.

The bullys? Oh, they're still at school. But that's ok. Our son is home, safe, warm, and adored.